- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - // 𝖸. 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽

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🌹Chapter thirteen🌹
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He could feel your eyes burning into his back, watching him.

It send a shiver down his spine, to get so much of your undivided attention. After all this time, you were finally looking at him and only him.

Opening a drawer, he took out a knife, suppressing a chuckle at the way your breath hitched when it came into view.

He made a show of it, slicing into the meat on the table with practiced movements that were way too confident for his culinary skills. But it was worth it to see you squirm. What was that little head of yours imagining, he wondered. That the blood on his hands were yours?

Alone the thought made him bring a finger to his mouth and wrap his tongue around the digit, relishing in the gasp it got from his little voyeur.

Once the meat was sliced into bite sized pieces, he quickly started rinsing the knife under the sink, before laying it back into the drawer. And with a quick glance behind him to make sure you were still watching, he locked it, and dropped the key into his back pocket.

Oh darling, he mentally chastised you, that'd be too easy wouldn't it?

As much as he loved to tease you like this, it did bother him that you were still considering escape. Like some kind of prisoner. As if you weren't here by choice.

But it's alright, you would know how to navigate your feelings with time. For now he was just glad to have you here, in his- no, in your shared kitchen. Just like an old married couple.

That was another concept he'd have to introduce to you slowly, he realized. As much as he itched for you to sign the marriage certificate he has stacked away.

"Do you cook often?" your voice interrupted his daydream, now timid and calm, a complete turnaround from the commanding tone it held before.

"Not really," he flashed you a smile as he started adding the ingredients together "I used to mostly live from takeout and frozen meals, but I wanted to do better for us."

"Us..." he could hear you whisper, the corners of your mouth lifting just enough for him to see.

"What about you?" he asked, hoping to distract himself from the way your eyes seemed to trace his features.  Like you were seeing right through him.

"I'm quite a good cook, actually." you grinned sheepishly, "I often tried to recreate the stuff they made in those cooking shows. Maybe..."

Like you could see exactly who he was. 

"Maybe I could cook for you someday?" And you looked so hopeful that he almost said yes just to fulfill his desire to give you everything you want.

But the red still staining his fingertips kept him from making that mistake.

"Someday." He winked, pretending not to see your smile fade as he turned back to the stove.

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After your…edible…meal, you'd resigned yourself to what was likely going to be your room for the foreseeable future.

The first thing you did was search for a key to the door, but of course to no avail.

Looking around, you then noticed the other things in it. A dressing screen, a mirror, a bookshelf, a desk and holy shit-

Sitting on the desk you saw a large black computer. Trying not to get your hopes up, you slowly walked towards it, your hands shacking as you pressed the button to turn it on.